I’m grumpy today. I’m being forced to exercise at work today.
I’ve had a long standing policy to only run when chased… preferably with a weapon of some sort to provide extra motivation. And I don’t approve of sweating. I’m sure it’s against my religious beliefs somehow.
However, today we are having a government mandated “occupational health” day at work. We’re calling it a staff retreat to soften the blow. Last year they made us do aerobics. I am probably the most uncoordinated girl alive, so my exercising is always done in the privacy of my own home.
Maybe if I had some cute work out clothes I would feel better about exercising in public, but I’m basically wearing pajamas with tennis shoes. All my awkward junior high insecurities are bubbling up to the surface. So I’ve decided to bring some chocolate chip banana bread to share. That will make things all better, or at least prevent me from tipping the scales toward anorexia… which has never really been a danger for me, but it will work for today.
Sigh, off to “forced family fun”.